Here's the second chapter of my story. Sorry it took so long. I know it's not very long, but bare with me! Please review.
Kurama was walking through a green wood, his bare feet crunching lightly against the gravel of the pathway. Around him, a thick mist was developed, making the scenerymore an more eerieby the second. He shivered and pulled his thin shirt tighter around his shoulders.
The path he walked on rose suddenly to meet a house on the top of a hill. Curiously, he walked up to it. It was the same house that loomed above him on his walk home, only he could see through the windows of this house. In the window above the door he saw a pale figure in a white dress, a veil covering her face and hair. She stood up and twirled in front of the full-length mirror that stood a little out from the wall, her white skirts billowing out like delicate clouds. She seemed so happy.
Kurama approached the house and was lifted off the ground to hover at eye level to the window. He looked in and saw the girl brushing her brown hair. She looked like a bride; her dress was certainly a bridal gown. Just as she put the brush down, a loud crash drew Kurama's attention to the door.
In the frame stood a lean, but powerful, figure, his black hair coming down to just past his waist. A mask covered the lower half of his lean face and dark eyes lay under thing black brows. He advanced on the girl and grabbed her wrists, forcing her to her knees. She looked at him in shock, her blue-green eyes wide with terror. He said something to her that Suuichi couldn't hear and when she didn't answer, he hit her. She sprawled on the floor, her dress ripping at the seam in the arm. She held her cheek and looked at him defiantly. She yelled at the man which making him bristle. He advanced toward her, but a hand caught his arm. The hand's owner was another man, this one with a strong build that was bulkier then the other. He wore elegant sunglasses, and had short black hair that accentuated prominent cheekbones and a pointed chin. He calmly told the other man something and he looked at the girl as she got to her feet.
Both men turned to go and the girl yelled after them. They ignored her and she yelled it again. She tried a third time, but they just closed the door on her. She then flung herself at the door, pounding on it with all her might. Angrily, she ripped the veil off her head and flung it at the wall. Clutching her arms, she went back to her chair and sat down, her cheek starting to swell where the tall man had hit her.
Kurama had grown coldly angry when he saw her hit. Men should not hit women, especially defenseless ones like this girl. She really was just a girl, no older then sixteen at the most. Just as he was about to touch the glass of the window, he was yanked back along the path and out of sight of the house, the mist cutting off his sight of it. He fought against the power that tugged him back, but it just grew tighter and tighter.
Suuichi sat up suddenly in his room, his blankets wrapped tightly around him. He was shivering and gasping for breath. 'What was that?' he thought to himself, remembering the dream and the house a street away. The images of the two men came back to him. He recognized them both. The tall one had been Karasu, whom he himself had killed. Suuichi remembered the fight with a shiver. It had very nearly cost him his life. The other figure upset him more then Karasu did. That man, the man with the high cheekbones and sunglasses, that man was Toguro. The very same Toguro that Yusuke had killed in the finals.
Shaking his head to clear his mind of the dream, Suuichi looked at the clock. It was 5:00 in the morning on Saturday. Running a hand through his hair, Suuichi got up and went downstairs for breakfast